"The dean can rest assured, I will definitely take care of Yanyan, one! Birth! One! World!" Deng Jiuling said solemnly.
"Okay!" Qu Batian laughed, his smile full of relief.
"Brother Nine, I..." Qu Yan's body was shocked, her beautiful eyes full of light.
"Yanyan, you don't need to say too much. I, Deng Jiuling, keeps saying everything, spitting and spitting. If I say it, I will be responsible." Deng Jiuling said solemnly.
"Yeah." Qu Yan nodded, and suddenly smiled sweetly.
…
The battle of Qujia, the dust settled.
The final result of this campaign was that Deng Jiuling overpowered the crowd and became the son-in-law of the Qu family.
However, due to the Mohist's reasons, the composer did not announce this result to anyone.
There was a lot of discussion in the outside world, and they all felt very puzzled about the battle of Haiyin Island.
However, all the guests who watched the battle chose to be silent.
The competitor's contest to recruit relatives was a sensation, but all aspects were collectively aphasia.
Every day, public opinion in the South China Sea will change.
As time goes by, the war of composers has gradually been forgotten.
Mo Jiande disappeared for many days, but strangely, the Mo family was calm, as if not caring about it at all.
However, whether it is the composer or the guests, everyone understands that this is just a prelude to the rainstorm.
Once the Mo School discovers the death of Mo Jiande, that heavy rain will fall on the South China Sea!
The composer’s Haiyin Island, which looks like an ancient well without waves, is actually strengthening fortifications in the dark to deal with the crisis that may come at any time.
As time goes by, the winter vacation finally comes.
Xiao Xun'er followed the tutor Professor Hao, her best friend Wang Lulu, and a group of elite students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to go to Beiming to gather wind and travel thousands of miles to learn about medicinal materials.
Before leaving, Xiao Xun'er came to Haiyin Island, only to find that Deng Jiuling was in retreat and could only explain the matter to Qu Yan and left alone.
Time goes by like water.
However, Deng Jiuling never left the customs.
If it hadn't been for Qu Batian, there was a strong aura in the underground stone chamber, if not.
Qu Batian even thought that Deng Jiuling had something wrong.
Time goes by unconsciously.
What no one knows is what Deng Jiuling is doing.
…
Life and death are thin, in space.
The world is gray, black wind is permeating, ghosts cry and wolf howling.
Elder Qu Ge woke up from a coma, and his eyes were full of shock as if he was facing an enemy.
"Deng Jiuling, force, where did you get the old man?" Old Qu Ge shouted, with an angry expression on his face.
Qu Ge is always the master of Dacheng, who has practiced the dragon-xianggong for a hundred years, and has a strong spiritual power.
When he followed the "Sword God of the South China Sea" Mo Gucheng, Qu Ge, as the master of the "Assassin Hall", traveled across the world to assassinate the enemy's senior generals.
The old man Qu Ge crossed all over the world and made his reputation as the "Thorn King". He was well-informed and his footprints were almost all over the Central Plains.
But the old man Qu Ge thought about breaking his head, but he really couldn't figure out what exactly this place was.
"You don't have to struggle, this is not the human world, but my own world." Deng Jiuling's majestic voice resounded across the sky in an instant.
As soon as the voice fell, the clouds in the void burst open and turned into a towering phantom of Deng Jiuling.
Although the master of martial arts is strong, he can't stand in the air.
But Deng Jiuling in front of him was actually standing on a cloud, and his body was shining like a Buddha.
Old Qu Ge suddenly understood that Deng Jiuling had not fooled himself.
"It's really a world here?" Old Qu Ge's eyes widened, a little unbelievable.
Old Qu Ge vaguely remembered that he was in a decisive battle with Deng Jiuling.
But at a critical moment, Old Qu Ge's eyes flashed, and he was instantly swallowed by a blast of air, and was taken to an unknown place.
Looking back on it carefully now, Elder Qu Ge was shocked, and couldn't help but say without a word: "Impossible, you are clearly a mortal, why can you have your own small world?"
"Then who on earth can have his own little world?" Deng Jiuling asked curiously.
Like Qu Batian, Qu Ge Lao and Qu Batian are both masters of Dacheng.
But Qu Ge’s martial arts is ten times that of Qu Batian!
Even Deng Jiuling has many killers, but if the decisive battle is fair, he still isn't Qu Ge's opponent.
Among them, there must be a problem!
It was precisely in order to obtain this secret that Deng Jiuling had an idea to get Old Qu Ge into the thin space of life and death.
Deng Jiuling was planning to expose Quge for a while, making him feel despair and fear in the void.
Unexpectedly, the old man Qu Ge, not only knows the small world, but also does not seem strange
what on earth is it
For a while, Deng Jiuling was a little curious.
"Only martial artists who are born after the innate can have a small world!"
Elder Qu Ge said coldly: "But in the past hundred years, there has been no innate martial artist. How easy is it to talk about after innate?"
"What is it after innate?" Deng Jiuling asked curiously.
"I don't know." Old Qu Ge shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.
"Then you are obviously Dacheng Grandmaster, why is martial arts ten times more powerful than Qu Batian?" Deng Jiuling asked the question he cared most.
"Deng Jiuling, if you let the old man go, I might be able to tell you the answer." Qu Ge said with a sneer, turning his eyes.
"Don't try to bargain with me, you don't have any capital." Deng Jiuling's voice gradually disappeared.
Quiet!
Deathly quiet all around!
Between the heaven and the earth, there is nothing else except the sky and darkness.
"Deng Jiuling, you bastard!" Qu Ge Lao Yangtian roared, blurting out all kinds of classic national curses.
However, no matter how old Qu Ge abused him, it was useless.
In this campaign, although Deng Jiuling had been blasted to the extreme, his true energy was exhausted and he needed time to recover.
Deng Jiuling retreats in the cold ice stone room to heal his injuries for a week.
At the same time, the old man Qu Ge was in the thin space of life and death, madly destroying, but there was no use for eggs.
Such time is like water, and the days go by day by day.
Old Qu Ge wanted to commit suicide, but was stunned to find that the place was empty and there was nothing at all, enough to kill himself.
Even Elder Qu Ge wanted to die on a hunger strike, but was shocked to find that he was not hungry at all.
Time is like water, constantly flying by.
This feeling of wanting to die but not being able to die, obviously very hungry, but unable to starve to death, made Qu Ge feel desperate.
Even Old Qu Ge tried to cultivate, but found that there was too much evil spirits around him, and he couldn't cultivate at all.
Seven days and nights passed in a flash, but for Qu Ge Lao, it was longer than a hundred years.
When seven days later, Deng Jiuling opened his eyes and stopped vomiting, he diffused his mental power into life and death again.
What Deng Jiuling saw was an old man Qu Ge, who was as thin as a bone, and was extremely sluggish.
As if he could sense the existence of Deng Jiuling, Old Qu Ge raised his head impressively, his eyes full of bitterness: "Deng Jiuling, what do you want to know, just ask, I only ask you to give me a happy one after you ask!"
Let Deng Jiuling let herself go
Oh!
Go to sleep!
Elder Qu Ge has practiced for a hundred years, and he has read countless people in his life. He understands that letting Deng Jiuling let him go is simply a dream.
But this feeling of being unable to survive and not begging for death made Qu Ge very helpless.
Only seven days have passed, and Elder Qu Ge has a complete mental breakdown.
When I think of such a life, it may be many years before, and Elder Qu Ge wants to cry.
"This old man is so simple, he gave in?" Deng Jiuling was taken aback.
But after thinking about it carefully, Deng Jiuling's thoughts about Qu Gelao instantly became clear.
"Old man, you met me, the descendant of the Hell King, that was really unlucky for you." Deng Jiuling sighed secretly.
In this world, there is no absolute right or wrong.
Old Qu Ge was able to kill people at all costs for his disciple Mo Jiande.
If Qu Ge is really successful, then the history books in the future will naturally praise Qu Ge and Mo Jiande.
But it is a pity that the target of the old man Qu Ge's attack was Deng Jiuling!
Since ancient times, the king and the loser, no matter how brilliant the old Qu Ge old, he eventually lost.
The weak naturally have to pay the price!
"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to tell the truth, I can not only spare you not to die, but also let you go out." Deng Jiuling said lightly.
Boom!
Hearing this, Qu Ge's eyes lit up and he was a little excited: "Is this true?"
"Of course." Deng Jiuling nodded and said disdainfully: "But before you go out, you must make an oath of heaven and earth. Without my permission, you will not leave Haiyin Island for the rest of your life."
"You can continue to be the guardian of your Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, you must also protect the Qujia!"
Deng Jiuling's eyes were indifferent, his tone was cold, and he stated his thoughts one by one.
Deng Jiuling is destined to leave the South China Sea in the future.
Let Qu Ge guard Haiyin Island, Deng Jiuling does not need to worry about the future.
"Deng Jiuling, you are worried about the Mo family, come to make trouble?" The old man Qu Ge was so sophisticated and instantly understood Deng Jiuling's plan.
"Okay, the old man agrees to your terms, but you don't need to worry too much. My Haiyin Island's eight formation map can defend against all the warriors under the innate."
"Although the Mo Family is like a cloud, it is absolutely impossible to step into my Haiyin Island." Qu Ge said proudly.
"Since the Eight Formation Chart is so powerful, why did I successfully pass in only ten seconds?" Deng Jiuling said with disdain.
Eight formations are powerful, but the Mo family has been passed down for generations, and the masters in the clan are like clouds. God knows if anyone can crack it.
So Deng Jiuling had to guard against!
"This..." Hearing this, Qu Ge was stunned, his face a little ugly.
"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. I have the power to see through all falsehoods. This is the reason why I passed the eight formations."
"This ability to see through falsehood can also see through people's hearts!"
"So, you old man, it's best to be smart, don't play tricks with me, and don't try to fool me."
"Otherwise, then for the rest of your life, prepare to stay in the small world for the rest of your life!"
Deng Jiuling has a majestic tone, and every time he says one more word, Qu Ge’s expression becomes ugly.
When Deng Jiuling finished speaking, Qu Ge's face was completely dark.
Seeing that the fire was almost over, Deng Jiuling laughed and said: "Let's talk about your incredible strength. What's the secret?"